Valeria had an obsession. Well, two obsessions, these damned baked goods that were way too delicious, and the person who had been baking them. And just her luck, the little bakery was right next to the main cartel house. So every time she had a break she found herself wandering along down the street and next thing she knew she was at the counter, looking at the menu again. Curse Valeria's sweet tooth and curse this damn baker for capturing her heart and her appetite.